Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.